This was originally posted at another blog I contribute to called UMC Holiness. While it is certainly true that we are to love our neighbor (even our enemy), gospel love has a form and content which often gets ignored in favor of sentimentality.
Three hundred dollars was all I needed to keep from becoming homeless. I was about to be evicted from the apartment I rented after my wife filed for divorce over my ongoing sexual sin. I was sure that my parents, who had the money, would float me a loan till I got back on my feet, if for no other reason than to ensure their grand-kids would have a place to sleep on their weekend visits.
But they said NO.
I was stunned and angry. I couldn’t believe they would deny their son something so easy for them to give and so necessary for me to have. Within a week I was evicted. I ceased all communication with my parents. If they had loved me, they would have helped me when I was most in need.
What I could and would not see at the time was that this…
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